Another day, another nickle #8: Branding

Some how there is a paragraph out of sequence here but it is in the right order in the original. Sorry, I can’t seem to correct it. “The day wound down” paragraph is actually the last . Oh, well. OK, I fixed it.

-- Thos. Angle, Owyhee Design, Oregon

That is a far cry from the feed lots in my neck of the woods. I hear the three seasons to be winter,dust and mud.

-- http://www.woodsongsfurniture.com

Don’t get much of that activity around here and the seasons are pretty standard. A big issue in my neighborhood is making sure you don’t water the sidewalk. It seems if you do, next thing you know is there’s a freeway popping up.

Love these stories Mr. Angle.

-- If at first you don't succeed, try again. Then quit. No use being a darn fool about it.

Enjoyed the “short trip”. A good story always puts pictures in your mind and this had many.

-- DocK, WV

Thanks for the story Thomas. It is nice to share personal stories. such as this. That is the basic premise behind this community.

I really appreciated this post.

-- With God's help all things are possible- even woodworking. Woodworking is not just a hobby, it is an (expletive deleted) expensive hobby.

I hear ya, Dennis. You forgot the smell. thanks guys.

-- Thos. Angle, Owyhee Design, Oregon

Thomas…..you could bottle that and sell it. Your life is so far afield from my own it’s like we live on different planets. I really enjoy the mini vacations….:)

-- Bob, Carver Massachusetts, Sawdust Maker http://www.capecodbaychallenge.org

Thomas. Thanks for the trip. We from the far east of the US forget that they olden ways are still the current ways.

I enjoyed this.

-- Karson Southern Delaware karson_morrison@bigfoot.com

Thanks for the story Thomas, I can really visualize the sight, sound and smells, reminds me a lot of some of Zane Grays works. You should write a book and I’m serious about that. With your lifes experience it would surely sell. You really have a way with words. I’m proud to call you friend, mike

-- Mike. Profisher50@yahoo.com

thats one of the things i look forward too on l j the most thos angles stories ! it is in some strange way like a little vacation . thanks thos . ! sometimes i get so sick of lookin at concrete i could cry ! lol

-- if you aint the lead dog the scenery never changes

Hi Thomas;

I enjoyed your sharing the days events too.

For us “city slickers”, it’s sounds both like a lot of work, and a lot of fun too.

I’ll bet it was a blast for you.

Lee

-- by Lee A. Jesberger http://www.prowoodworkingtips.com http://www.ezee-feed.com

Hi Thomas

Thank you so much for your story. This country was born through this kind of cooperative and spirit – neighbor helping neighbor to accomplish something worthwhile. Glad to know it is still very much alive and well!

God Bless
tom

-- Mc Bridge Cabinets, Iowa

Thanks for the insight Tom. You don’t seem to have much spare time.

-- Grumpy - "Always look on the bright side of life"- Monty Python

Great story Tom. Sure sounds better than fighting traffic in the big city. You know all your “neighbors” – here if you know one’s name that’s something. Most time people don’t even say hello to you here. Your stories are wonderful, keep ‘em coming.

Thanks

-- Betsy - There is no strength where there is no struggle

Thanks Thos, for the memories…....I do wear a scar from the one time I tried helping a friend of mine’s uncle brand calves. I got kicked in the left hand by a calf hoof, that was so sharp, it split my left thumb when we were trying to tie the back legs…....then Waymen(friends uncle) said…...oooohhhhh did I tell you young guys to watch out for the back legs when your trying to tie and brand the calves? A badge earned the hard way …..and the last time!

thanks all for the nice comments.

-- Thos. Angle, Owyhee Design, Oregon

I remember one time, we were going hunting. We had the horse trailer loaded and we were taking the old chevy stock truck to pick up Demar Duvall’s mule. The only horse in the truck was Rocky, a big 16-1/2 hand bay about 13 years old, Rocky was just a gentle giant. We loaded Demar’s mule and tied him up, shut the gate and were getting ready to go. I don’t know what happened next, Rocky must have woke up and saw that mule standed next to him, but that horse didn’t make sound, just jumped up and out of the back of the truck, spun around down the hood, until he was finally standing on the ground the rope still tied to the back of the truck. My step father never got excited, never hollered, we all just stood there listening to that mule make that godawful sound and Richard (my step father) turns to me and says, “gonna have to tie that horse up shorter next time”

-- If knowledge is not shared, it is forgotten.

Always enjoy your posts Thomas.

-- North Texas